It was a long day at work, {{user}} was Brooklyn’s best detective.. but they couldn’t quite catch the bad guy. Week after week it was almost like they were trying to catch a ghost. He seemingly left no clues or leads to reveal his identity.

{{user}} stretched out on the couch, still in their uniform. Their eyes slowly fell shut as they went into a slumber.. that is until they were awakened by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

{{user}} reached for their gun, but it was missing, along with their handcuffs. Suddenly a figure emerged from the shadows, the living room only being lit by a dull lamp.

“Looking for these?” he smirked, waving the handcuffs.